AsYa FF: Only in the darkness can you see the stars THREAD #1 - Page 7

Originally posted by: -SB-

Atlast Asad and Zoya meet..😳

I love the Zeenat-Anwar-Zoya trio

What a bond<3<3<3

Awesome update

continue sooonnn

Originally posted by: LoveOnlyAsYa

Lovely update Simi. Ur a fantabulous writer.
I just love ur stories. Finally asya meet n didn't have a fight 😆 .
Please update sooon n pm me for the next part too.

Originally posted by: NAVI55

Fabulous update👍🏼

I adored zoya - anwar & zeenat bond, glad zoya has people that love and care for her...

Asad and zoya meet - He was actually nice to her Hmmm, i'm wondering if i should be happy or sad that there was no fight at first sight😆

Cannot wait to read how your story progresses...Looking forward to meeting the rest of your characters...

You are an awesome writer, I have loved your other writings so i'm positive this one would be just as good, maybe evn better😉...

Thank you for the pm🤗

Originally posted by: sarbrathan

Asad is actually normal in this? Like not an angry young man?

Originally posted by: MisHumptyDumpty

AsYa met. Zoya should fine happiness too. ❤️

Lovely it is Simmi 🤗 i love your stories cause they are fluffy as well as aghasty ❤️ the type i love to read

A/N: Hiii!!! Thank you for all the comments! <3

So, we know that Zoya thought Asad was handsome 😆, now lets peek a little in Asad's mind and meet the Khan family, shall we?

Here is the next part!

Chapter 3: I hope you dance

Asad looked at his co-passenger from the side of his eyes while driving the car. She was beautiful. Even in her rumpled state and a serious case of airplane hair, she was still dazzling without a doubt. It had taken everything within him to keep his constraint and not appear as a pervert the moment he saw her. He knew pulled off a nice faade, but he was instantly drawn towards her. Now, he could hardly keep his eyes on the road. He could see the movement of her head nodding off against the window of the car. She had tried to stay awake for the maximum of five minutes before her eyes drooped and she sagged against the window.

Most people would consider it bad etiquettes, but Asad did not mind. He could understand that the poor girl must be tired from being cooped up in the plane for so long. Also, it gave him the much needed time to think and sort out his thoughts.

He was confused by the reactions Ms. Farooqui had caused within him. He had never been affected instantly by a women before. He was no prude. In his thirty years, he had many girls throwing themselves at him and there were many who he also had found attractive, but none like this girl. She had evoked a sense of primal need to take care of her. It was so weird considering they just met. How do you explain such strong reactions?

Asad shook his head. He really needed to stop thinking and needed to stop his mind from going down that path. He had many things to worry about. He had a lot of baggage to even consider adding another person, a women, in the mix.

It was the very few times like these, when Asad would sit back and consider how different his life could have been if he had made some decisions differently; had chosen differently. He immediately chastised himself for even thinking that. Every decision that he made had led him to where he was in his life and he had no rights to complain. He led a very good life.

They had soon reached Khan Mansion. Asad parked his car in the garage and then looked at Zoya. She was still fast asleep. He reached over the center console and gently tapped on her shoulder.

"Ms. Farooqui? You need to wake up. We are here."

He prodded her gently for a few seconds before she slowly opened her eyes. She sat up on her seat and looked around. Her eyes widened in realization as she looked outside.

"Allah Miyan! What's wrong with me? We are already here! I am so sorry, Mr. Khan. I did not even realize when I feel asleep. I am not usually that rude." She gave him a sheepish smile.

Asad simply smiled and waved off her apologies. "Its fine, Ms. Farooqui. You were tired. I did not mind, really."

They got out of the car and Asad went to the back and got her luggage out of the car. She grabbed one of the bags from him and he led them towards the entrance of the house. Before Asad could ring the bell, the door opened. Dilshad Khan stood there, smiling at Asad and the young girl standing next to him.

Dilshad ushered them inside and pulled Zoya into a hug. "Welcome to Bhopal, Zoya. I am Dilshad, Anwar's Phuppi. How are you? Tired? Hungry? I can whip up something for you, if you want? Do you want to rest? Shower, maybe? I know you must be tired from such a long journey! You can tell me if you want something. Zoya?"

Asad laughed at his mother while Zoya gaped at the beautiful but whirlwind of a woman in front of her. Allan Miyan, she talks at the speed of light!

Asad wrapped his arm around his mother, "Breathe, Ammi. You need to give her a chance to say something. And you are over-whelming her. I don't think she is familiar with your coddling and hovering ways." He teased his mother.

Dilshad blushed a little and gave Zoya a guilty smile. Zoya flashed her dimples at the kind woman. She did not mind at all.

"I am fine, Mrs. Khan. Thank you for being so generous."

"Oh, non-sense, dear! And please, Anwar considers you his sister and since I am his aunt, you can also call me Phuppi. No need to be formal and call me Mrs. Khan."

Zoya smiled at her and nodded.

"Oh, please Dilshad Begum. You just don't want to feel old when people call you Mrs. Khan." A teasing voice called out.

Zoya turned her face towards the sound and saw a man in his fifties making his way over to the living room. He had a handsome face and Zoya could tell that he had been probably very charming in his young days.

"Hello. You must be Zoya! I am Rashid Khan. It's a pleasure to have you here, beta. Anwar has told us so much about you." He smiled at Zoya.

"It's nice to meet you too. And thank you so much for letting me stay at your house, Uncle. I really appreciate it."

He smiled and shook his head. Zoya could tell where Asad got his good looks from. His parents made a gorgeous couple and Asad obviously got the best of the genes.

Dilshad led Zoya towards the guest room and told her to make herself comfortable. She told her that her other children had gone out with their cousins and would be back anytime soon. She asked Zoya to freshen up and then come out and in the meantime she would have something ready for her to eat.

Zoya looked around the room as Dilshad left her alone. It was a beautiful room, decorated delicately with a white walls. There were a couple of paintings on the walls. There was a massive French window near the bed which looked over what she assumed was the backyard.

She got her bag of toiletries out of the suitcase and grabbed a set of clothes and entered the bathroom.

***

Feeling a lot more human after her shower, Zoya came out of her room and took tentative steps towards the kitchen. She could hear some rowdy voices and a lot of chatter coming from that direction.

As she entered the room, she saw more additions to the family than before. Dilshad spotted Zoya standing by the entryway and waved her to come over.

"Okay! Everyone, stop behaving like brats!" Dilshad's voice called over all the noise. "Zoya, come here, beta. I want you to meet Ayaan and Najma, my younger children." She pointed over to a sweet girl, who waved at Zoya and a lanky young boy with wild hair.

"And you two" Dilshad looked over to Ayaan and Najma, "Behave, we don't want our guest to think you were raised by wolves."

Zoya chuckled and smiled at the Khans, "Hi. I am Zoya."

"Hi, Zoya! I am Najma! It's so nice to have another girl in the house! Ammi and I really needed some female strength over all the testosterone!" Zoya laughed at the bubbly girl.

"Asalaamu Alaikum, Zoya! Are all the girls in New York this pretty? I guess I need to visit Anwar Bhaijaan!" he winked at Zoya.

She blushed at Ayaan, really not knowing how to react. Was he being serious? Flirting with her in front of his family? Asad answered her questions by smacking his younger brother on the head.

"You will do well to remember that she is our guest and you need to behave. Get it, Ayaan Miyan?" Ayaan nodded at Asad's serious face and rubbed his head.

Najma walked over to Zoya and pulled her in a hug.

"I can tell that we are going to be such great friends, Zoya! Well, if you manage not to run for the hills after living in the crazy Khan family."

They were all laughing when a little voice made its presence known.

"What's so funny? I want to know!" whined a little boy standing by the couches in the living room.

Zoya looked at everyone quizzically and then at the little boy. Najma smiled and went over to the child.

"Oh, never! Who can forget our favorite boy! Come on, I want you to meet someone! Come and say hello to our guest. This is Ms. Zoya and she is going to live with us for some time." she told the little boy.

He came over to where everyone was standing. He looked at Zoya curiously before going over to Asad and asking to be held. As Asad picked up the boy, the boy introduced himself to Zoya, "Hello, Ms. Zoya. I am Aadil Khan. I am seven-years-old. I am a big boy and you are very pretty." He looked at Ayaan after complimenting her and got thumbs up from Ayaan.

Zoya smiled at the adorable boy. Asad ruffled the young boy's hair, looked over to Zoya and said, "As he just informed you, this little guy is Aadil Asad Khan. My son."

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
I hope you dance

- I hope you dance by Lee Ann Womack

A/N: So that was the third chapter!

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